The Lives of Five Hundred Thousand
Fighting because of chicken

The sound of the cock crowing is enough to make my child sleep disturbed. It was still four at dawn. I wonder why my neighbor who raised a chicken village has released his chicken in the morning blind so roam in the neighboring house.

Zain squirms hearing the cock crowing repeatedly beside my room. I elus-elus his back so that he goes back to sleep. However, the chicken was still crowing so Zain could wake up.

Long time I was upset also because Zain again disturbed even woke up. I woke up and went outside the house. I took the floor broom hanging and I chased away the three roosters beside my room.

"Hus hus hus." I chased away the chickens while pounding the broomstick in my hand. Finally the chickens ran where they were.

I put the broom I held back to where I was and went back inside my house. After that, I took my foot to the kitchen to finish some work.

The sound of the morning Adhan rumbles I immediately take the water of ablution to perform dawn prayers. I noticed the door to my mother's room. Mom didn't show up - popping out of her room when the time was already six o'clock. I was surprised at mother because if I noticed she rarely perform prayers even though the mother is an active person following the study. I once reprimanded him, but he scolded me back. Therefore, until now I no longer dared to reprimand him.

I started cooking my mother's fish last night. Four pieces of fish I cooked the yellow sauce and one piece of fish I fried to eat Zain later. When I finished, I entered my room and I found Zain awake, playing in the wreckage that I found a few days ago.

"Zain took a bath first yuk, it's morning."

"yes, mom."Then Zain got up from his seat and walked over to me. My son was a submissive toddler and never cried when I asked for something from me but I didn't. It was like knowing the hardships of his mother's life and I was grateful to have a child as sweet as Zain. I carried Zain and I took him to the bathroom.

I feed Zain in the TV room. I turn on the TV as my entertainment this morning while feeding Zain. I saw my mother who had just come out of her room with random hair that was also looking at me.

"Don't change chanel again Nur, it's hard later I find it." mom warned me.

I didn't answer. I ignored his words and refocused on feeding Zain with rice and fish. My son rarely eats fish. But I'm grateful Zain never protested at the love of eating anything he always wanted and eating it.

I stared at the plate I was holding." How do you eat Nur? isn't that my fish why are you eating?" protest me.

"I'm not eating Mom, but I'm feeding Zain. Zain's a mother's grandchild why not share a little for the mother's grandchild? after all, I bought this fish not using my mother's money but my money. Is it natural that Zain wants to enjoy it too?"

I heard my mother grunt and stomped her feet and left in front of me. I was so upset with him. The fish that I can buy cannot be enjoyed by my mother.

"Zain is full, son?"

"chear mama."

"yes, if you are full Zain play again yes, mama to the kitchen first."

I looked at the side dish that only half the rest of Zain ate. It feels like eating it but I think again if I eat the rest of the fish later in the afternoon Zain eat with what? Although in the refrigerator there is still one more piece of fish but the fish is for Zain to eat tomorrow. I broke my wish and went to the kitchen to save it.

I saw my mother eating so voraciously on the table when she just woke up and had not yet taken a shower. Very dirty indeed. Doesn't he feel disgusted by his mouth that hasn't brushed his teeth.

"Don't take Nur. If I eat the same you later at lunch what do I eat the same?" my mother said, looking back where I was standing.

I'm sighing." I just want to take the gravy, ma'am, because I have to eat so there is energy. If I get sick, who does this? do mother's orders and who makes crackers?" answer me. Again I had the courage to answer in a stern manner to silence mother's chatty mouth. He fell silent and continued to eat again, which was not finished.

"Lady....Nurii.....!" I shouted from the front of the house. I just finished washing the dishes approached the mother in front.

"What else is it, ma'am?" ask me in the doorway.

Mom looked at me."Look where the chicken shit is."

I looked down, sure enough said the mother of chicken shit scattered on the floor of my porch.

"It's so bad that the Yanto is raising chickens to harm the neighbors," said my mother with a look of annoyance.

This time I agree with my mother. We as his neighbors feel at a disadvantage by Mr. Yanto my neighbor who raised a chicken village. He's the one who raised our chickens that bore their shit. Didn't Mr. Yanto think his chicken would dirty people's houses if they got loose? even if the chicken wants to be separated from the cage is not better, Mr. Yanto fenced the yard of his house first so that the chicken does not roam freely into the yard of someone else's house. And this is not for the first time but it has been very often and we let it go all this time.

"Quick clean the floor Nur, disgust I see it," mother told me then she came down from the terrace to go somewhere.

I immediately picked up a bucket in the water and a mop to clean the floor exposed to dirt on the porch. When I was mopping there was a commotion from the direction of my neighbor Mr. Yanto's house which was six hundred meters from my house. I sharpened my hearing. My mother's cry was among the commotion of the person.

I immediately save the bucket and mop tool first. After that, I rushed to Yanto sir's house. I saw my mother fighting with Mr. Yanto and his wife. Mr. Yanto ruffled his waist while pointing at my mother wearing his index finger.

"What's this Miss, Mr Yanto?" ask me while walking towards them.

They all turned their heads towards me who had just come with an unpleasant expression in sight by my eyes.

"Teach your mother to be polite with Nur people, old enough to make trouble with others. If he's a man I've done it from earlier," said Mr. Yanto while shaking his waist.

"Heh, are you saying I'm making trouble with people? don't you think it's you who makes trouble with other people letting your chicken poop free in people's homes. If you want to raise chicken and take it off mending you live in the forest there do not be here so as not to harm others chicken chicken you," reply my mother is no less fierce.

"Just tell him I live in the woods. This is my land and this is my home I like whether I want to raise chickens or not because I have rights in this village."

Before I chimed in Mr. Yanto's words with emotion, I dared myself to mediate. Actually my tongue is also itching to complain from the first just that I have not dared to speak up.

"Pak Yanto, Bu Yanto sorry in advance if my mother's submission was impolite. Here, sir and Bu Yanto. At dawn my father's chicken crowed right next to my room and it disturbed my son's sleep. And we just found chicken shit splattered on the floor of our porch. Actually it is not for the first time but it is very often and we as neighbors feel uncomfortable with the presence of chicken chicken around our house. if I may give advice whether you should not fencing the yard of the father's house so that his chicken does not roam freely to the neighboring house not only us but other neighbors as well."